Post by Nature's Fury on May 5, 2004 21:49:48 GMT -5
For the Sake of a Crown
I stand and face you,
Wild eyed and touched by fire.
You stand so cold against me,
Weapons held for combat dire.
Why do you try to strike me low?
We were friends once, remember?
What is this blow after blow,
What caused this hate you hold so tender?
Once I trusted you;
Now we fight for our futures.
Here we stand, just us two.
I can’t believe I trusted you.
Now you try to take me down,
Striking fast and with fury.
All for a broken, tarnished crown,
Lines of friend and foe grow blurry.
Why do you want this battered ring
of tarnished silver and dented gold?
Do you know the weight of this thing
that you want so badly in your hold?
I beg you, pause, before you kill me.
I beg you, think before you act.
This crown you seek, that makes us foes
is wet with blood and dark with fact.
The weight of lives and needs to answer,
the pain of seeing people suffer,
the tragedies, so like a cancer
to be the leader makes you guilty.
You can’t imagine what it feels like
when your orders cost a life;
How frightening it is when watching
soldiers dance to drum and fife.
Have you ever seen the mob?
Burning, raping, tearing down
all you’ve sought to bring together;
bringing violence to the towns.
Still, you do not hesitate
to try and steal my rightful hell;
You want the crown for all its glitter
You never see the thorns at all.
Manifesting icy magics,
Magic blades and spears of ice.
You try and bend my shielding fabrics
You spend your power for my life.
If you want this thing so badly,
I can think of no worse thing to do
than take my shields down in peace
and let my death give this crown to you.
So, my old friend, it comes to this;
My life is forfiet to your greed.
I’ll just smile and blow you a kiss,
for my warnings you failed to heed.
(Just a little thing I wrote while bored in class... The yearbook crew decided they liked it, and it will probably be in the Middle College yearbook. Niftyness for me!)
I stand and face you,
Wild eyed and touched by fire.
You stand so cold against me,
Weapons held for combat dire.
Why do you try to strike me low?
We were friends once, remember?
What is this blow after blow,
What caused this hate you hold so tender?
Once I trusted you;
Now we fight for our futures.
Here we stand, just us two.
I can’t believe I trusted you.
Now you try to take me down,
Striking fast and with fury.
All for a broken, tarnished crown,
Lines of friend and foe grow blurry.
Why do you want this battered ring
of tarnished silver and dented gold?
Do you know the weight of this thing
that you want so badly in your hold?
I beg you, pause, before you kill me.
I beg you, think before you act.
This crown you seek, that makes us foes
is wet with blood and dark with fact.
The weight of lives and needs to answer,
the pain of seeing people suffer,
the tragedies, so like a cancer
to be the leader makes you guilty.
You can’t imagine what it feels like
when your orders cost a life;
How frightening it is when watching
soldiers dance to drum and fife.
Have you ever seen the mob?
Burning, raping, tearing down
all you’ve sought to bring together;
bringing violence to the towns.
Still, you do not hesitate
to try and steal my rightful hell;
You want the crown for all its glitter
You never see the thorns at all.
Manifesting icy magics,
Magic blades and spears of ice.
You try and bend my shielding fabrics
You spend your power for my life.
If you want this thing so badly,
I can think of no worse thing to do
than take my shields down in peace
and let my death give this crown to you.
So, my old friend, it comes to this;
My life is forfiet to your greed.
I’ll just smile and blow you a kiss,
for my warnings you failed to heed.
(Just a little thing I wrote while bored in class... The yearbook crew decided they liked it, and it will probably be in the Middle College yearbook. Niftyness for me!)